Ghost Lee Waters - Godless Heathen Blues

There ain’t no cross high enough to hang my name upon. Ain’t no choir loud enough to drown what I’ve done. The saints won’t speak it, the Devil won’t take it, and I’m left hummin’ to the wind, a hymn for the unclaimed. The moon keeps her eye on me, like a witness too scared to testify. My shadow walks ahead, knows where I’m goin’, don’t bother lookin’ back. Every prayer I ever muttered comes back like smoke, curlin’ up from the hole in my chest. Ain’t no faith in these bones, ain’t no heaven in my lungs. I’m just a godless heathen hummin’ a tune the angels left unsung. I seen preachers drown in whiskey, I seen good men burn their hands on love. Me…I just keep walkin’, carvin’ my gospel in the dust. Got no savior, got no sin I ain’t already spent. I trade hallelujahs for silence and silence for rent. If God ever called me home, I must’ve missed the ring. The wind’s my only witness now, and brother, she don’t forgive a thing. Ain’t no faith in these bones, ain’t no heaven in my lungs. I’m the hymn that Hell forgot to finish, the psalm of the faithless ones.